So terribly sorry this chapter took so long to get out. I actually had this finished a few days ago but I have not been home to post it! I will try to get the next one out sooner! The inspiration for this chapter was the movie itself! Yes I got to finally see it again. My dear friends gave it to me for me birthday!

~Ravyn~

Disclaimer: I so do not own the Labyrinth!

Linka smiled into the mirror and tied off the braid on her still damp hair. Yesterday had been the last day of her treatments and she was back to 100%. Smiling to herself she walked back to the bed.

Gently brushing the hair back from Derian's forehead, Linka sighed. Things were back to the way they had once been but they still had so much that had to talk about. But it would, yet again, have to wait.

Right now she had to head back to the heights. Pridith had given her some serious news and things needed to be checked out. Maybe she was taking the coward's way out, but to be honest, she needed the air under her Dragons wings.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed Linka forced her feet into the boots that had been hidden under the bed. A pair of dark green breaches was shoved into them. An even lighter shade of green made up the man's shirt she wore, and it was trimmed in the same dark green as her pants.

A single blade was strapped to her back, and a long dagger sat at her hip. Two daggers were sheathed in her boots, completing her assemble. All of it was in cold iron.

It was one of the things she had found out early on. Being bonded to a Dragon meant a certain amount of immunity to iron. The only way it could kill her was if she was run through the heart, but then again she did not know anyone who could survive being ran through the heart with anything.

Linka turned and looked at Derian as if memorizing his face, afraid that somehow now that they were together it would be ripped from them. It was, perhaps, her deepest fear. Reaching down Linka gently kissed him before standing and disappearing in a shower of flower petals.

~*~

Sarah looked at the rising sun and smiled to herself. If this was what Jareth had said about golden mornings she understood a little of the lore. Looking at the sky lit in a golden glory it was amazing. Nothing she had seen Aboveground could compare.

Walking back into her rooms she glared at the enchanted closet. The doors were open showing a choice of morning dresses. Sarah snorted in disgust as she thought about what she had been told yesterday by Linka.

'Ladies' were expected to change dresses several times a day. Anywhere from three to five dresses. These included, not limiting to: A private morning dress that was for breakfast and before callers. Morning wear with a short skirt that allowed the shoes to peep out, this was called a walking dress, and was used when making calls. It was also used when shopping. (As of Fae knew of shopping!)

Afternoon gowns, which were, floor length and had a small train. These were used for carriage rides, afternoon calls. Then came the semiformal gown. It was used for dinning at home or for small, informal dinner parties. There was also evening wear for formal parties and opera or theatre.

Of course she had also found out that Ladies had an assortment of gowns for other things. Such as riding habits and bathing costumes. Sarah had stood with an open mouth staring at Linka in absolute a shock. Linka then winked and told her it was a bunch of shit and not to let the wardrobe bully her.

And so Sarah found herself arms akimbo glaring at the rich mahogany doors. Her expression was stormy and as if sensing the change, the dresses moved as if moved by a breeze.

" Listen here you conniving piece of wood. I prefer the dresses with less frill and fluff. The less foolery the better. Besides I do NOT like to wear them unless I MUST! Are we clear on this? They are annoying, pain in the ass, and far to reveling for my liking." The doors of the closet slammed shut with a bang. Sarah raised her brow and shook her head.

" Don't you dare sulk. Now listen because I am only saying this once. Only dresses if I want them. And right now I want a pair of dark pants, preferable dark green. A shirt in the same colors. Boots- preferable waterproof- and a waterproof cloak. It's drizzling outside." Sarah said, keeping her tone firm.

The closet opened reluctantly and Sarah pulled out what she had so imperiously demanded. Nodding her head Sarah forced her feet into the boots. To her surprise the whole assembly fit her extremely well.

" Next time, a baggier shirt, but besides that, nice job." Sarah told it. If she had to be rude it was a good idea to be nice as well. Pulling the dark green cloak over her shoulders and head, Sarah headed out to the Garden. It was a good place to think, and hopefully, but not likely, the Goblin King would find it slightly more difficult to locate her.

Settling down Sarah thought about the words of Linka. Concentrating she reached for the power source of the pack. Linka said it would feel like a pool being ransacked or a currant. She told Sarah to reach for it and imagine something.

Sarah thought hard and grinned as she whispered her wish unconsciously out loud. Feeling something tingle down her arm she opened her arm. Grinning to herself Sarah dug into her bowl of ice cream and thought about Jareth thoughtfully.

A single phrase came to mind. Power + Money + Danger = Sexy. He was all those things wrapped into one. And it did, in some weird and sick way, make him damn sexy. Sarah shoveled another huge spoonful of ice cream into her mouth and sighed. Cookies and Cream.

But there was something she was missing. There had to be. Ton was there, she was there, Jareth sure as hell as there, and she even had bits and pieces of her past life racing through her already jumbled brain.

Looking at her now empty bowl Sarah thought of them being gone. Watching in something like amazement she grinned. If this magic meant a constant source of ice cream, she would be gaining a few pounds.

Sarah looked up and smiled as she watched a preoccupied Linka enter the garden. Her dark green outfit was almost the same as hers. Sarah blinked in surprise.

Linka stopped when she saw Sarah standing in the Garden, her out fit a strange echo of her own. She and Anika had often done that, wear the same thing by accident, but even though this mortal may have the memories she was still not Anika.

" Where did you go?" Sarah questioned taking in the sweat stains and the dirty clothes.

" Had a little run in with a few thymes." Linka growled in irritation.

" What?"

" They are little pesky things, and extremely hard to kill." Linka growled. " And smart to. But luckily Pridith thinks they taste extremely well. So all I have to do is walk them into a trap. And in the process dodge sinking sand, bugs, mud and a few other things. It's not a walk in the park."

Sarah looked at her in surprise. " Then why do it?"

" Because they take great joy in knocking down mental barriers. They knock down force shields. They have to be delt with!" Linka said in agitation. Sarah nodded and studied her.

Battle seemed to do her well. Her cheeks had a tinge of red in them and her eyes sparkled. Sarah shook her head, if she looked that good after a good round of wits or physical activity, she would do it as much as possible as well.

Linka grinned like a little girl. " Want to go riding?"

Sarah looked at her in surprise. " Like, as in a horse?"

Linka nodded. " Yes, I keep a stallion in the stables for when Pridith is not around. Jareth and Derian both keep a horse for me. I am sure they won't mind if you borrow one." Her eyes glinted with laughter.

Sarah shrugged." I have not ridden in years." Sarah said simply, memories of her grandmothers' farm. " And nothing extremely randy."

" Oh don't worry. I won't put you on anything major." Linka promised.

Several minutes later Sarah was clinging to the back of one of the largest horses she had ever seen, much less been on. His coat was a bright red with black hindquarters and mane. She barley fit her legs around the barrel.

Her horse however did nothing to compare to the one Linka sat upon. It was a brilliant golden dune color. Its mane was darker than its coat; it looked like a beam of yellow light.

" OH come one Sarah, Firestorm has done nothing more than walk." Linka admonished. Sarah thought back to the wild gallop they had just ridden and paled.

" You call the insane pace of a run we just did a walk?" Sarah growled. The horse tensed under her but kept up with the smooth pace. " And why does he spaz out everytime he hears my voice."

Linka turned her eyes hooded by the shade of her brow. " Yes. These horses were built for speed and skill and strength. They are made to get away from something or to chase it down. And the reason he tenses is because he is war trained. He is a battle horse." With the Linka clucked her tongue and the horse shot off.

" Please," Sarah said looking at the sky at whatever deity was listening. " HELP!" Before Firestorm took off and a brisk pace. And true to Linka's word, they soon caught up.

Sarah fell to the ground and promptly began to kiss it. Linka laughed and with a snap of her fingers, and a few flower petals, a blanket and a picnic lunch was layed out.

Sarah laughed and mock applauded. " I had wondered if you heard my stomach growling. But I was hoping to use lunch as a excuse to get back to the castle safe and sound."

Linka shook her blond head." Sarah no can do." Winking at her friend she grinned. " And look no peaches."

Sarah rolled her eyes and dug into a, surprise, turkey sandwich. But whatever dressing was used, Sarah had never tasted it before. It was delicious.

Linka happily pulled out an orange and began to peel it. The quick fingers and sharp knife made fast work of it. Sarah watched her then proceeds to divide into sections and suck the juice out of it. She did not touch the pulpy substance that made the meat.

Linka looked at her and laughed at the expression on her face. Licking the juice of her hands Linka leaned forward and began to look over the sandwiches. " No tomatoes and no mustard." Linka muttered.

" How did you fall in love with Derian?" Sarah said suddenly. Linka looked over at her in surprise.

" A long time ago. I think I was around two hundred. Still a child to my, our, people. Of course, much like you and a certain king, we hated each other. Anika and I had fallen into some mud or something like it. Jareth and Derian decided they would be cute and make some smart-ass comment. They soon ended up with some mud on the perfect outfits." Linka said in a dramatic tone, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

" Well it was many years later, after the four of us came up with a truce, and I was watching him dance with some lucky young lady. And that's when I knew. It was all very cliché and stuff, but I just knew I could not live with out him." Linka shrugged.

Sarah smiled. " I wish it was that easy for me." Sarah admitted.

Linka looked at her with serious eyes. " I know its ruff for you. Your memories are invaded, your heart is divided, and you're in a world your heart longs for but your mind does not quite want to acknowledge."

Sarah sighed and nodded. Things were so complicated right now it was confusing. Sarah laughed at her thoughts. She normally did not think in circles.

" It is." Sarah told her simply. Both finished their meal in silence.

~*~

Morgath glared at the mirror in front of her hands. Her pointed teeth were in a sharp snarl.

" Mother, why do you even bother?" Aisa demanded. Her voice and tone were haughty enough, but her manner was down right sickening.

" Because, darling, that little brat could be the end of my plans." Morgath spit.

A low, male, chuckle echoed around the room. Turning Morgath met the site that she hoped not to for some very long time.

Her son, and only boy, stood in front of her. His dark hair cascaded to his shoulders, and his ruby eyes glowed. A simple sinister smile fell across his face. Bowing he chuckled again.

" Mother, you still are concerned about a foolish mortal? I thought you had the Goblin King locked in your spell." Holth said in a nasty voice.

" This is no foolish mortal, but a very powerful Fae reborn. I believe you knew of Princess Anika?" Morgath hissed nastily.

Holth looked up as though bored and felt his breathing stop as he starred into the picture frozen in his mother's ear. Sitting next to the vile witch Linka said a pure vision.

Hair as black as night trailed down to her hips. Large star strung blue eyes look so innocently back at him. Pure cream colored skin adorned her face. A perfect rose bud mouth.

Holth looked at his mother. " You leave this Sarah to me." With that in a cloud of black smoke, he was gone.

~*~

" So the items you leave behind when you disappear is a power signature?" Sarah said in surprise.

" Yes. It is fairly easy to remember, and it also tells us who can read those signatures that it was that left them. If you are going to sneak in and out of a place it is best not to teleport."

Sarah nodded and felt something shift around her like a cloud. It felt like ashes brushing across her skin.

Sarah turned to look at Linka but her face was pale and dark with hate at the same time. Linka met her gaze and frowned grimly. " You had better call Jareth. I think we just got company, and it wants to play."

An: Namarie! * It's the elven word for goodbye! * See you next chapter!